A/N Thanks for the reviews guys! It really makes my day when I see them! =) So, I thought I'd skip ahead in time with Dylan, but don't fret. We'll still have flashbacks now and then. =D Oh! and I forgot o add that I OWN NOTHING! Only the plot. =)

So after staying for like, a month with doctor creepy, working on my stamina, getting in shape, learning about Max's Flock, I finally got to use my wings. (Not flying, just . . . moving them. It was like physical therapy.) I had had enough of having to stay here, run tests wit old G-H, I had to get out. We decided to go meet the Flock.

I got onto the plane with an Adidas duffle bag filled with new clothes and shoes, all of which I had gotten that morning from Dr. G-H's secretary. All the perfect size and style. All of the shirts having holes cut in the back for my wings. Yeah . . . those things. I try not to think of them much. The being brought back to life thing was enough for me to take in. But wings? And apparently, I also have the power to use my spit to heal myself, which is weird. And gross . . . yet really, really cool at the same time.

On the doctor's private plane, I got to watch the movie "The Killers" on on-demand. It was alright but but I was too nervous to pay attention to it. I was finally going to meet the flock. I knew my mission and what I had to do . . . but I was still unsure of myself. Is Max going to fall for me being her "other half?" Am I going to be able to get rid of Fang, her supposed "boyfriend?" Well, I've been trained for a month, and I was supposed to be more developed than the rest of these bird kids, but we'll find out what happens when we land in Africa. God I hope I don't screw it up.

I got off the plane, and what I saw almost took my breath of way.

We were in a small city completely made of tents. Small ones, big ones, colorful ones, ones used as a cafeteria, and ones used as a first aid stand. There were so many, and I doubted I'll be able to find my way around here, let alone find Max and her flock among all this.

I took another glance around, and I saw all the people there. People who looked hungered and sick, and the ones who looked fit as they stumbled through the dirt, running errands for who know. You can really tell the volunteers apart from the patients.

The doctor finally got off the plane, and through designer glasses, looked at the scene that lay in front of him.

"What is this place exactly?" I asked him.

"It's a refugee camp," he says. "The native people here really needed help, so we richer people pulled together some money and created this lovely place," he said with a look of disgust on his face, and walked to a huge tent that was directly behind us. His lackeys followed him with his luggage in tow. I sighed and rolled my eyes, picking my only item off the ground and following after.

We better get to the Flock soon, because I can't stand another minute with Mr. All-High-and-Mighty over here. Please, shoot me now. Anyone?

Later that evening, after having a luxurious dinner that probably contained more food that the poor refugees here would see in a month, we set out to find "the bird children."

We found them sitting around a fire eating what seemed to look like slop. I made a disgusted sound under my breath, having found one reason to be grateful for Dr. G-H. We approached slowly, and I saw the blonde haired older boy say something that made the younger boy laugh. They were . . . umm . . . Oh! Iggy and The Gasman. Right. Ok, so they all seemed pretty tense already, which made me even more nervous.

We got to the fire and I was warmed already. It was nice and cozy, and there was a family atmosphere that I can't quite remember . . . hmm I wonder why? (Please, do note the sarcasm.) I zoned out and shifted from foot to foot, only glancing at the Flock now and again. Fang (I've memorized everything about him already) was staring at me with an unwavering gaze that made me want to split.

When Max saw me her mouth twitched slightly, which made me smirk at my boot. The doctor was explaining our cover story and then invited the leader (Max) to breakfast tomorrow, which was my cue to start paying actual attention.

What surprised me when I looked up was that not only was Max standing, but so was the little girl. Ha! She thought she was the leader. She gave me a glance and frowned. Oh right, she's supposed to be able to read minds. What she didn't know, was that my mind was flooded with fake thoughts so she wouldn't be able to intercept what I was really thinking, because if she found out about my mission, it would be the end of everything, and I'd never be able to be with Jen again. Jen and my memories were on the line, and I'd do anything to get them back. Even take that bad tasting pill that let people into my mind and plant thoughts that Angel could pick up.

"Show them Dylan," I heard the doctor say, and then everyone was looking at me. Except the blind one, Iggy, whose gaze was lower than my eyes, but still in my direction, which really creeped me out. And that's why Max might have said I looked self-conscious that night. There was no other reason. It was my time t shine as I shrugged off my jacket and extended my wings.

What made it even more amazing was the look on the rest of the flocks face when they realized that they weren't the only special ones out there.

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